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The Robbery
Blu & Oh No feat. Montage One & Tristate
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Now first things first nigga, where you from
You must be dumb, pullin' up dipped in the slums
The crackheads see you and report it for a rock
So break yourself quick or a shot from the Glock
Will rip through your knot, have you leaking red snot
I promise you blood, you won't make it off the block
So take it off slow nigga, run the jewels
Not the rap group, nah I mean chains and shoes
You should've watched for the clues like
Who the fuck ever finds a bitch by the pool and acting all cool?
Deep up in the hood, you's a goddamn fool
And nigga just for that let me get that hat too
See these tattoos? This is Alvin news
Nigga let me see your eyes when I'm talking to you
This is Piru's finest, set you up with the highness
Not to mention, nigga she's a motherfucking minor
You fucked up, nigga you fucked up for real
So let me get that backpack and belt made of eel
I'm rabbit ear pockets, a Bugs Bunny money marauder
Cause I'm jacking you smarter and not harder
This is somebody's daughter, bro you must be sick
I should've shot you in the dick, you little stupid ass trick
Yo, hogtie his ass, if he screams I'mma blast
If you even make a move, we gon' cut your ass
Uh, they got guns to my head, I think it's going down
I can't believe this happening in my own town
They took my crown, even took my jewels
Took me down, one shot, even took my shoes
Took my wallet, nigga even took my sock stash
Grabbed my money, clipped the phone that I had
I said "Wow, I can't believe I forgot the Tec"
Looked back at the homies, said "Damn, what's next?"
Ante up, yap that fool
For them off-white J1s and big bright jewels
Staking out your stu' with the goons
Waiting on a false move then we empty the room
From the two inch tapes, to the crates
We ransack it all, get the loot out the safe
And we know about the stash in the floorboards
Jackhammer that up and hand over the Warhol
And them collectibles too, hold up
I advise you not to reach or you'll be vegetable stew
It's an inside job thanks to Oh No
We got photos, you're getting goofy bro-bro
No mask off, I see the future
If you follow my instructions, my shooters won't shoot ya
Cut the phone line with needle-nose pliers
Oh shit, I think I hit the tripwire
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